I should be spending precious time with family or puting away gifts or helping clean the kitchen. I shouldn't be blogging because surely, SURELY, there are things I'd rather be doing.
Nope. Guess again.
Writing on the blog is a sweet escape from my family and endless questions and repeating myself for clarification. No less than 92 times.
I begged my sister-in-law not to leave me today to go back to her house. She and I just have an understanding. Or perhaps it's our special ability listen and pay attention to each other. It's what normal people do. Apparently, this concept is lost on the rest of our family come Christmas-time.
Grandma got here at 3:55 and I logged a SOLID 45 minutes of patience before I was exasperated. It's just the constate state of confusion and interrupting that makes me want to stuff silver bells in my ears. All I wanted for Christmas was a Silent Night.
I told Grandma...God bless her...about my new home purchase and she quickly reverted to the converstaion of what my parents will be called with their impending grandparenthood. I took the hint that this was a more important topic. My sweet father tried to lighten the mood and bring the attention back to me by saying, "Well Grandma, *our daughter* has some other news...she's expecting!" I spent the better part of the afternoon trying to convince my grandma of this fact...for pure kicks and giggles...and it was funny for a while until she said, "I don't believe that for one minute. I thought you'd have more exciting news, such as you're dating some nice man and you're expecting a ring."
Nope. Guess again.
The questions from all parties continued and this fact wouldn't bother me as much if I had any certainty that any member of my family other than my sister-in-law could retain pertinent information for longer than 60 seconds. But they can't.
Nothing says Merry Christmas like inattentiveness!
I am going on a road trip tomorrow. To Lubbock. Hold on while I go get a noose.
Before I get in the car tomorrow for the 6 hour car ride with my grandma and my parents, I plan to take 3 Tylenol PM and a shot of Crown. All at 9am.
Good tidings to you and your kin. May your Christmas be as drug-induced as mine.
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